It was a weird range of feelings. A hint of jealousy, for sure, sprinkled with a dash of concern. Initially, I wasn’t sure if it was the scruffy beard that screamed he was like so over it, or the baby blue headphones tuning out the world. But, when he reached under his seat and pulled out ruffles and tuna dip, I knew it. This guy had the ‘It Factor.’

You have to persevere just to enter the door. Not because of resistance, it’s basically frictionless, but rather the audible creaking pleads with you that it’s not worth it. Once you battle through the shriekage, you’re in. Home. Time to let the vibes brew.

I struggle with leaving places…social events, get togethers, etc. Once I almost even ‘lingered’ (gasp). This is true when I go home… an event that happens less and less as I get older, which can explain why it gets harder to leave. I enjoy staying more and more.

I was there. Settled into the coffee shop... The vibes brewing. Caffeine starting to percolate through my veins. A room packed with people, but just the right ambiance of background noise mumblage to become an ample sound machine. Entering into the zone ready to really get some work done...

Very few things intimidate me more than a blank page, but somehow diving into that abyss with ink (or pecking at a keyboard) seems to sharpen the mind, boost productivity, or just bore the mess out of people like you.